I am a 32-year-old professional counselor with a respected reputation in my field and community. When I was a kid, though not a full-out villain by any means, I had a very nasty attitude at times and if I felt threatened, wronged, or justified in my decision to act out, I made sure it was an epic event ( 😈 ); I laugh about it now but the trouble I got in and caused in the 90’s and early 2000’s was not a laughable matter. There are so many stories I could bring up regarding times when I just lost it, stopped caring, and began, as this new generation would say - “doin’ the most.” I remember teachers threatening me by saying, “Mr. Coleman, that’s it. I’m calling your house tonight.” The truth is that I surely did not want that to happen because I knew the consequences at home. My mother and father were somewhat jokesters with me and my siblings but we always knew that they were not our friends and we respected their authority. We had a healthy fear of them as well; Mr. and Mrs